Dylan had it pegged - from here, where is it we go?
To the mountain? no thats been done before
Swim the canals? from which we were born
Burrow in the ground? sleep hard the winter long
Trickle into space? fading bright like the diamond star
After here - it ain't all that you see
Cast aside - your dreams for sleep
Begin to end or - bend to win the prize
Toes in the sand - eyeball the flexing tide.
Be strong like a sun floating in her womb Be thick like screaming vines that hang from cracks in the moon Then leak like moments of falling rain on grains of sand
For thirsty leaves grow on stone- then crumble into earth
Old gray skies tell tales- of the once living dead
Breathe as the bleeding wound- while hard wood forests sleep
Crying like a boulder- bereft of a true north
Stumbling home a warrior- that has no place to go...